The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-6670, 6848) |
A heavily fortified watchtower built into the local defensive walls. The Weeping Bastion serves as a grim infirmary for those afflicted with the Sea-Witch's Malice, a wasting sickness that originates from a malefic spirit. The affliction causes sufferers to endlessly weep a black, corrosive fluid, their bodies slowly decaying into a state of profound, spiritual despair. The work here is a grim, endless vigil; healthy thralls are forced to meticulously clean the halls of the weeping, their skin and lungs burning from the toxic fluid. The threat is the malady itself, a spirit-driven plague that can be passed through touch, slowly eroding the morale and spirit of both the sick and their caretakers.
The bastion is a dark, stone structure with narrow slit windows stained by black tears. Inside, the halls are lined with worn beds and grimy floors perpetually cleaned by thralls whose skin and lungs burn from the toxic fluids. The air is heavy with despair and the faint, eerie sound of weeping.